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Bird of Prey Ch. 16

Marjorie was still horny as Miles obediently patted her dry after they had showered in the wet room; he had done everything as per her commands to the letter, which swelled not only her cunt, but her sense of dominance. This was a lifestyle she would want to continue, and she had already developed affection for the cur, in the way you might for a dog or cat; her superiority and his worthlessness were now fully confirmed. Miles looked up at her between patting her calves and ankles dry and kissing her feet; she sneered down and lifted her eyebrows in acknowledgement that he wished to say something

"Please Mistress Marjorie... will I be allowed to be of service to you again?" She giggled in a derisory fashion as the pathetic male kissed her feet over and over, in an attempt to sway favour, though Marjorie had long decided she kept the cur waiting and enjoyed the moment as he continued to humble himself.

"I think there may be occasions where I may wish to allow you to service me; first you will assist in helping me dispose of my dolt of a husband." She would utilise Miles' facilities when her husband's present membership at the golf club expired, Marjorie was now fully aware of why he was terminating it; the use of the unused bed in her own house had been symbolic and deeply gratifying, her dominance realised, she had been serviced by another man's cock in it, whilst he was under her complete control. In future, this would be the only way any cock would be allowed entry to the supremely feminine portal of her womanhood.

Irma Grant was slowly spoiling the crisp white panties under her equally crisp white Head-Matron's uniform as she studied the clipboard with the details about her latest patient; Aubrey Fox-Janner. He really had been a nasty bit of work in respect of his relationships with all things feminine; his brutal treatment of the t-girl which she herself had witnessed was just the tip of the iceberg. She had learned from Gloria Trent how he had abused her daughter when she was in a particularly vulnerable state, and research into the 'nieces' he had so casually introduced to Gordon at the golf shop, revealed that one was an 18 year old waif, and the other another softly effeminate t-girl. Stupidly, Fox-Janner being an arrogant and chauvinistic pig, he had kept dossiers on his conquests which Gloria had infiltrated. Contact with many of those abused had been made, and each was more than willing to divulge sordid details of thrashings and forced penetrations, buggery and sadistic torture. The contacts were more than eager to relay details on their assurance that this was a covert, private investigation free from the public eye, that those who wished to could witness him being punished to confirm to them that this was no elaborate trick on his part, and that they would be immediately freed from the extortionate loans he had given them; the basis by which he had enjoyed such a hold over them.

Irma tutted as she mused over this final point; as though his sexual depravation and absolute chauvinism had not been enough, the bastard was also taking great delight in extorting monies too. She smiled with satisfaction and her cunt tingled and oozed into her now creamy white gusset as her hand moved swiftly to the tick-box at the bottom of the treatments list. With a great sense of justification, enhanced by her female superiority, she ticked the box with the zigzag symbol; she would take great pleasure in being in attendance when Fox-Janner learned what this treatment was.

Fox-Janner had awoken in a brightly lit, very large cell with padded walls and a thick mat covered, sprung floor; the room was like a cross between a prison and a gymnasium. There were padded doors within the room which he guessed would conceal equipment or access to other rooms; the only obvious access was a door with a square plate-glass window in it, through which he occasionally saw the smiling face of female warders. The room was kept at a perfect ambient temperature, allowing him no discomfort at being naked. Occasionally, a hidden camera would click into action, projecting its film at the wide expanse of ceiling; Fox-Janner was filled with a mixture of anger and fear as the show depicted executions of males; some historic, some from obviously private sources. He tried to look away from the hangings, beheadings and use of instruments such as the guillotine and garrotte, but could not hide his sense of doom. The smiling faces at the door beamed with satisfaction as they noted his cock swell while he watched a male jerk at the end of a rope; after just the one session with Irma and the one injection, he was already responding to treatment.

The initial drug having completely worn off, Fox-Janner summoned up what chauvinistic anger he had left as the door was opened and two young, full-bodied nurses entered the room and closed the door behind them with a resounding clunk. One had a bag which she opened and took a huge syringe from; filling it with a drug from a phial and squirting it menacingly in the air with a ubiquitous smile. He tensed as the two then discarded uniforms and shoes, to reveal naked amazonic bodies adorned with just a black silk belt above their curvaceous hips; their cunts shaven and expressed boldly as they relished Fox-Janner's initial treatment at Birch House. The scenario at his home was still fresh in his mind, as he tried to muster what courage and anger he had left as one of the smiling Amazons approached him. She smiled oh so gently at him.

"You will be a good boy and take your medicine without any fuss won't you?" The other nurse laughed and pointed to his cock, in a deliberate act of humiliation.

"You'll not scare anyone with that pathetic excuse for a cock, you just get your sorry ass over here and take your injection before I come and spank you!" The tormenting bitches smiled and their cunts moistened as the bewildered male's face expressed the want to take his hand to the girl, yet also expressed fear which had them both exited. The closer of the two continued.

"Just get your ass over there now, or I'll make you beg for the injection; we don't want to keep the nurse in the execution room waiting." Though there was nowhere to go, Fox-Janner attempted to bolt for the closed door as the vision of the filmed executions flooded his tormented mind; he was immediately tripped and the two Amazons were now fully aroused as they were now granted their sport. The first bitch dropped to floor on top of the soon to be defeated wretch; embracing him in a naked clasp as her accomplice laughed and eagerly waited her turn, watching as the large but firm breasts other friend, the nipples hard with excitement, stabbed at the males back as he was placed in the first of many excruciatingly painful strangle holds. Fox-Janner whimpered pathetically as the amazon twisted and squeezed his body to breaking point, turning him to a point where her moist cunt had first touched the mat; his cock stiffened as he captured a whiff of the gloriously scented cunt of the woman who would now dominate him to a humiliating submission. He would not have to wait long before he was treated to the full and delightful smell and taste of victorious cunt. She treated him to exquisite pain as his neck, back and limbs were tensioned to snapping point; the two laughing with absolute pleasure as he was reduced to tears like a small boy.

His cock stiffened like the bones in danger of being broken, as at last his head went between huge supple thighs and his nose and mouth were pressed tight into the delicious captivation of an aroused cunt and sticky asshole. The Amazon locked his head with her muscly calves as Fox-Janner sniffed and was forced to lick her needy and tingling cunt and sweetly perspiring anus. She smiled with spiteful dominance as she squeezed his face into the glory of her womanhood.

"When I release you, you'll beg for your injection; you'll address me as mistress and then you'll be treated to a 'warming down' session by my colleague. You'll then be taken to the Tattoo Mistress and then to the execution room." Fox-Janner was now well on his way to utter defeat; his stiff cock dribbled as he gasped for breath on being released from the heavenly suffocation of a superbly dominant woman's cunt. The women laughed with contempt as he graciously snivelled his request at the superior woman's command.

"I beg you mistress, please inject me." The spiteful nurse strutted over and smiled with absolute pleasure as he was released from the hold and lay defeated on his back; the first Amazon straddled his head and allowed him to lick her asshole as her friend straddled his thighs and took great pleasure in siting the injection at the base of his stiff cock. The Amazons' cunts dripped with erotic pleasure as his grunts of pain were muffled by the former's sticky asshole; she edged back and enjoyed a thoroughly satisfying orgasm as she ground her victorious cunt into his face. The second Amazon then took complete control of him as the drug began to take effect; quickly, she subjected him to more twisting pain while he could still appreciate it, before having her cunt and asshole licked to orgasmic satisfaction, in honour of her part in his defeat.

Irma's panties were now hopelessly spoiled as she viewed the ensuing treatment through the glass, but she would not offer them to one of the worthier inmates of Birch House just yet; further treatment would be applied to Fox-Janner today, which would render those panties completely sodden; a lucky inmate would masturbate to the full whiff of arousal and excitement when she was ready to discard them. The smiling Amazons now leashed the docile male, whose cock remained rigid and denied, though he had yearned to come on realisation of his utter defeat; he would be allowed that pleasure later, and would come like never before. He moaned through his drugged stupor as the bitch who had administered the syringe took great pleasure in easing a greased plug into his anus.

"There! That'll remind you who's in control; we'll have that tattoo now." Fox-Janner now did just as he was told, but was painfully aware of all about him as he was led on all fours on a leash from the padded room down a corridor by the two smiling Amazons, who remained unashamedly naked; the sight of the delicious asses he had submitted to, quivering and flexing magnificently, keeping his cock rigid as it swung and bobbed below him. Other nurses seemed oblivious to the two, but looked on him with utter contempt, smiling knowingly as he progressed for further treatment.

He was taken into a room where a shapely yet somehow sinister middle aged woman sat amongst an array of needles and ink jars; her high cheek-boned face bore a permanent sneer, her jet-black hair making her seem witch-like. She pursed her bright red lips as she uncrossed her long legs, which bore the artistry of her work; delicate and intricate patterns were distributed amongst the exposed flesh of her body, indicating that Birch House was not her only source of income. She greeted the two and pointed to the couch beside her. The subdued male was ordered to lay down on it, and one of the Amazons was glad to grab his stiff cock and pull it back, allowing the tattoo mistress free access to the area just above the root of his cock. Swiftly, she used an electric razor and removed all hair from the area; a sterile fluid which stung and made his cock pulse was then applied before he was jabbed and inked with his Birch House patient number. The black haired woman smiled with satisfaction as she viewed the treatment sheet.

"I see I'll have the pleasure of viewing his balls again; he's down as a 'zigzag'; I do hope he enjoys his treatment here, he must have earned it." The three laughed in sinister fashion as the newly tattooed patient was ordered down from the couch and led further down a corridor. He was led on all fours up to a huge black door. The two smiled at him in devilish fashion as they stood by the door, then he was ordered to sniff their cunts; their fresh arousal was so plainly obvious to his nose, and his tortured cock stiffened as he yearned for relief. The two giggled wickedly as his nose was pressed to their moist slits in succession and he was then made to give their assholes a swift lick.

"As you can tell, we're very excited and pleased with what is about to happen." They laughed as the door was swung open and he was led into a dimly lit black room, where an audience of women sat. His heart missed a beat and his balls tingled with fear as he saw they sat facing a gallows.

The crowd of women smiled with absolute delight as they witnessed the terrified expression on his face; this torture was justified, he had been evil to all things effeminate, and he must pay. Every woman there held a deeply felt passion and yearning to see Aubrey Fox-Janner swing; cunts moistened in unison and some of the women openly toyed with their excited and bulging lips as he was led quaking toward the noose, their scent permeating the room and ensuring his cock remained rigid. A pool of black silk lay beneath the noose and he was ordered to stand in the middle of it. The smiling Amazons took great pleasure in ensuring his ankles were bound and his wrists were tied smartly behind his back; he would not reach up and prevent being hanged. His erect cock stiffened and his anus clenched at the plug as he viewed the audience of smiling women; he found some of them vaguely familiar. He gasped in terror as the black silk he stood in was lifted up his body and tied above his head; this was a death shroud, a cock hole fitted, the women laughed with pleasure as the only part of his body to be exposed was his manhood itself. Though the women could no longer see his squirming and terrified face, he could see through the silk, and quivered with fear as Gloria Trent approached, clad in a black latex cat-suit, black lipstick and thick black mascara; he had no idea that the house-keeper he had treated so badly could become such an erotic vision of dominant womanhood. Her next action confirmed she was even more than that; she smiled with supreme contentment, her mature cunt buzzing and oozing in the luxuriant latex as she had the pleasure of slipping the noose over his head, slipping the knot tight against his neck.

"Yes Aubrey, you shall hang for me today, but someone else is to send you on your way." Fox-Janner wanted to defecate, such was his fear, but the tight plug which blocked his anus prevented this. It nearly burst free as one of the Amazons pulled the other end of the silky cord tight, to ensure his neck was not broken when the trap made its delicious announcement that Fox-Janner was swinging. He gasped again when another beautiful women dressed in black silk to match his shroud strode positively forward; Gloria Trent's daughter. She smiled at her abuser with utter contempt, as he viewed her shapely ass in the black silk and remembered how he'd thrashed it; she would certainly have repayment in full now, as she readied herself by the trap-door lever.

"I now have the utmost pleasure in serving deserved justice upon this disgusting excuse of a human being; please all now enjoy his first execution dance of death." Without further ado she smartly jammed the lever across and the trap slammed open; the women all rose, laughing and cheering as Fox-Janner danced in the black shroud at the end of the rope, drowning out his strangulated whine of terror as the delicious cord bit his neck and his toes searched in vain for the floor.

Irma ticked boxes as she watched his performance with immense satisfaction. Gloria Trent now stood by the pit he danced over and took his rigid cock in his hand.

"You'll now give me the satisfaction of seeing you spend; I intend to being complete control of you as you go; I own you now, and you may meet me once more in another hell somewhere. I shall thoroughly enjoy watching you expel your last as the rope takes you." He squirmed and the plug held back his excrement, while his balls pulsed tightly up against his groin as Gloria nursed his rudely erect cock giving him a level of pleasure he could not understand. As he watched the sneering clapping women, he squirmed against his tight bonds as the rope tightened exquisitely about his neck, notch by notch as the gallows creaked under his weight. Gloria now worked his cock urgently as Irma nodded with a wicked smile; her panties would be a delicious gift worthy of a flood of semen from an inmate that erotically charged evening.

Fox-Janner was close to passing out as his cock was worked to oblivion; he groaned in muffled ecstasy and swung deliriously on the rope as the women cheered his glorious loop of come, which snaked down into the pit below, and spoilt the shiny black silken death shroud. Gloria laughed in triumph as he squirmed in absolute ecstasy, jetting his semen in complete submission as he struggled in vain for breath in an effort to prolong his divine ecstasy; all went dark.

Fox-Janner awoke with a start, and instantly cried like a baby as he lay on the floor of the white padded room; he was still in the black shroud, his wrists and ankles bound, the plug which had stopped him shitting himself still there. As he rolled slightly he felt something new; his cock was now caged. Though his bound wrists stopped any chance of masturbation, the cage fully brought home the fact that his entire body belonged to the women now. The camera clicked on, and men were hanged and beheaded once more. As he squirmed in his bonds he recalled the speech of Gloria's daughter; 'his first execution death dance'; was this a reprieve? Would he be 'executed' again? His cock did its best to rise in the cage as he felt the bonds and the silk; pre-cum dribbled from the plastic dome as he contemplated his fate.

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